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It was late at night on the open road, |
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Speeding like a man on the run, |
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A lifetime spent preparing for the journey; |
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He is closer now and the search is on, |
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Reading from a map in the mind, |
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Yes there's the ragged hill, |
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And there's the boat on the river. |
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And when the rain came down, |
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He heard a wild dog howl, |
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There were voices in the night - "Don't do it!" |
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Voices out of sight - "Don't do it! Too many men have failed before, Whatever you do, Don't pay the ferryman, Don't even fix a price, Don't pay the ferryman, Until he gets you to the other side;" |
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In the rolling mist, then he gets on board, |
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Now there'll be no turning back, |
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Beware that hooded old man at the rudder, |
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And then the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared, |
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And people calling out his name, |
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And dancing bones that jabbered and a-moaned |
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On the water. |
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And then the ferryman said, "There is trouble ahead, So you must pay me now," - "Don't do it!" "You must pay me now," - "Don't do it!" |
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And still that voice came from beyond, "Whatever you do, Don't pay the ferryman, Don't even fix a price, Don't pay the ferryman, Until he gets you to the other side; Don't pay - the ferryman!" |